Eric And Sookie True Blood Novels & Stories

Eric shrugged his shoulders and poured them another drink. ‘Kill fake mate. Punish mate for not staying.’ Drew slammed his glass on the table, “Yeah you’re right, Boomer.” Eric stared at his best friend. “You are talking to your wolf out loud.” “Boomer and I agree whoever that supposed mate of hers is has to die. We are going to kill that bastard. Then I’m going to fuck him right out of her head.”

Eric replies with a warm smile. As I finish the last morsel on the plate, Eric hands me a glass of water, and I gratefully accept it, allowing the cool liquid to quench my thirst. With the immediate need for nourishment satisfied, a lingering question tugs at my thoughts, prompting me to voice it. "How did you know them?" I inquire, curiosity piqued by Eric's unexpected intervention and familiarity with Jake and Blake. "Who?" Eric questions, crossing the room to the couch positioned in front of the crackling fireplace. With practiced ease, he pours himself a glass of bourbon from the nearby bar tray table, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight.

he says. Looking at her parents, Jenna stands up moving to sit by her mother. “Eric says that he first saw me when we were kids,” she says. “Who the hell is Eric?” her father asks heatedly. “Eric is the Rogue King,” she replies. “Do not humanize that animal, Jenna; he is a demon and must be destroyed,” he yells.

His hand runs down my back and he pulls me close to him. "I think I broke a few ribs when I hit the wall," Erick says. "I can fix you right up," I say. "No vampire blood," Erick says. "Fine, then hurt all night," I say. I help him to the couch. He sits down and howls as he moves. I feel his chest and down his side. "Erick take my blood. This is bad," I beg him. He shakes his head and agrees to take my blood. I cut my wrist and place it over his mouth. Erick drinks from me and begins to heal.

"Mr. Boone the one who trained me, Sir. Put me in real good shape before the Jubilee burned up." "Ain't surprising. Boone got a good head on his shoulders. Looks like you do, too," "Thank you kindly, Master." Hezekiah knew exactly how to charm. Believe me, I know more than most. If Eric's blood wasn't frozen still from his death, he would have been redder than the ripest apple on the farm. After reveling in Hezekiah's compliment, his teeth at full display, Eric nodded to the only mortals in the group. "Y'all done hunted good tonight, I sees. Four bloodbags."

Eric stood amidst a sea of blood and bodies, holding Victoria's father's severed head in his hand. He had torn the traitorous old Beta's neck apart with his bare hands. But Eric's body had been pierced by countless blades. There was a gaping, bloody hole in his stomach. Eric stumbled. He looked down at the blade tip protruding from his body and actually smiled. Then, he fell heavily to his knees. His vision began to blur. The cries of the surviving Pack members surrounded him, but Eric couldn't hear them. In the second before darkness swallowed him, the only thought flashing through his mind was:

I hated her with my entire being… Her eyes landed on me. She stepped closer to my cage and kicked it. "I'm glad that my fiancé has finally put you in a place where you belong." She giggled before returning to her seat on Eric's left. I couldn't believe the audacity! But I also had to say that she and Eric were a perfect match. They were both equally twisted and depraved. Yet, I quickly saw a flaw in this relationship. Lya was clinging to Eric's arm, but he seemed reluctant to touch her, as if he could barely stand it. Then he almost shook off her hand as he stood up, giving his men a signal to bring those who were about to be executed. A minute later, Alpha Rainier was dragged and dropped to

He frowned and replied, "This is not what it looks like." "Oh really?" I glared at Sophia, fighting back the tears and then back at him. "What is it then?" Sophia let out a loud cackle and slurred, "Hey, Eth...thaaan! When did you...get back? And who's this....girl with you?" She paused and laughed again. "I didn't... know you loved blaaack girls." What the hell was this bitch spewing now? "As you can see, she's drunk," Eric gruffed as if he read my mind. "I'm taking her home."

The object exploded against the wall, the shattering noise echoing after it. Toby was shell-shocked. "Question me again, and I'll make you eat every fragment of it," Eric snarled menacingly. "I am sorry, master," Eric apologised promptly, his heart still pounding wildly. "Names," Eric demanded, his voice razor-sharp. "Jason and Valerina Blackwood," Toby sputtered, desperate to get him off his back. "You should never question me, Toby. You know I can turn your life miserable in the blink of an eye," Eric taunted casually before rising to his feet. Eric watched as he walked out in easy strides.

The condo. Tanya didn’t have a good night’s sleep either. She happened to witness something amiss with Eric, just as she had gone out to buy something. Eric collapsed before she could ask him anything. She rushed forward and found that he had been coughing up blood. He was barely conscious and still clutching his phone, with the call records still on the screen.